This feeling was beyond anything Peter had experienced before in his life. If he had years he didn’t think he’d be able to put words to it. It was pleasure, yes, but something more. Something deeper. Not that Pet was in a place to even be analyzing what he was feeling.
Every little movement of Adams head, his lips, his tongue drew a new sound from Pet, some soft and keening, and some loud and desperate. If he were more aware he would be embarrassed. As he was he just held on tighter in Adams hair and fought against the grip on his hip.
Just as his legs were beginning to tremble and his back was arched, Adam rose off of him. A wail left Peter, his entire body trying to jerk after the lost sensation only to be held down. He sucked in a breath, then leaned up, wide eyes focused on his partner. ”I... I’m no-not... more..?” The words were surprisingly coherent, despite the tremors rocking through Pets body.
PETER
They don't know you like I do
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
